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naturepointstheway

Keep reblogging this, it’s enraging white people.

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I don’t care what anyone says, being intelligent is so fucking attractive. Like yes, tell me random facts I didn’t know. I’ll think it’s the cutest thing ever.

jaredandjensen

Happy Valentine’s Day!

bitchyyouthtragedy

Hold her hand in public and her throat in private

But smack her ass everywhere

theweirdwideweb

lovedroughts

Nine times out of ten, I’m in my feelings But ten times out of nine, I’m only human

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tampaxed

‘Woman-Hating’ by Andrea Dworkin

hustleinatrap

When others come to this country Americans are quick to discredit them.

atomos

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His pledge to her:

i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.

I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s so perfect.

calins

i think I am going to cry

purplebuddhaproject

I would rather die of passion than of boredom.

Vincent van Gogh (via purplebuddhaproject)

inkskinned

I’m doing okay now, doing fine, it’s just that there’s sort of this ache where you used to be and no matter what I do it never stops. It just sits there and it makes everything hurt. Parts of me are rotted. Like if anyone looks too long they’ll figure out that happy doesn’t feel the same without you. Less deep, more fake. I don’t know. I’m doing okay. Just okay.